Wednesday. Hump day. Another week halfway through. And, other than winning a few bar bets about the name’s connection to Norse mythology, few pay Wednesday much mind. It’s rarely a holiday. Songs aren’t written about it. Nor books. Nor plays. Nor poems.
Sure, people have made attempts to give Wednesday some verve. There’s been “wild Wednesday”, “wordless Wednesday”, and “big Wednesday”. But none of it has stuck. And Wednesday has remained the loneliest, least heralded day of the week.
But perhaps that’s a mistake.